Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.